Chapter 12 – Why I love Max Tate
Emily's POV
Black hair, red eyes, pink dress. Black hair, red eyes, pink dress. Black hair, red eyes, red dress? I stared critically at the woman with white porcelain skin, lavish raven hair entwined in a bun and penetrating ruby eyes drabbed in a fitted red dress. She had a kind of gothic look to her and sat, rather bored, with a cocktail dangling in one hand. She didn't exactly fit the mental picture painted in my mind of Meyong's description, but after glancing around the roof of the apartment, I saw no one else who fitted Tyson's description better. Though I know I heard Tyson say it was a pink dress. How could I possibly mumble that up? Maybe he stuffed up the description of the dress? It's a possibility. I've never known him to be a reliable source of information. Then again it could have appeared pink because of the lighting rigged up here. Oh it won't hurt me to ask anyway…
"Excuse me," I asked making my way over to the lady, who merely turned her head slightly to indicate she had acknowledged my presence. Talk about Ice Queen. And boy did she have the glare to back it up. Now I can see why Mariah and Kevin hate her so much. How the hell did she and Ray get together? The cat and the stone fish… great couple there…
"Is your name, Meyong?" I asked gingerly, not wanting to press the Ice Queen's buttons.
"No," she snapped with venom dripping in her voice.
By the looks of her stature I still managed to press the insulted, angry and pissed buttons all at once on this rigid being. I think I am meant to know her name and because I don't she's all cut up. If she thinks I will just back away she's got another thing coming. Me.
"Sorry, I'm Emily." I smiled toothily. "I believe with never been introduced." I stated simply.
"Right," she replied, pulling a fake grin and then going back to her cocktail and taking a small sip.
"Pardon? I didn't catch your name?" I asked with false sincerity.
"Didn't throw it," she assured bluntly, her eyes now closed and it appeared she was smelling the cocktail.
"Well, 'didn't throw it', nice meeting you!" I pressed on, playing her game. She opened her eyes, staring at me in disbelief. So I was acting like a five year old (it can be understandable, I am dating Max), but then again she was acting like a block of ice! In my defence, she deserved it. I guess not too many people have the guts to keep talking and making conversation with Miss Ice. Then suddenly out of the blue a small leer formed from her stern lips.
"It's Queen," she informed. At first I thought she was joking. Seriously who would name there kid Queen? And here I was just calling her Ice Queen? Can she read my thoughts? No. There we go my logical side kicked in. Luckily I have this trait of thinking before I speak (amen…) and something about Max telling me of King and Queen, twins her possessed ironically, twin bit beasts ran through my mind.
"I know who you are you're the one who…"
"…who used to steal beyblade parts." She finished un-entertained, her smile erased.
"I was going to say possess a rare twin bit beast, but if you prefer the former. We'll leave it at that." I suggest wittily, to be answered by a steady silence. "You wouldn't happen to know where Meyong is?" I ask gamely.
"I care who she is because..." She answered nonchalantly.
"She's Ray Kon's fiancée. I'm trying to track her down, black hair, red eyes, and pink dress. Seen anyone that fits that profile?" I described.
"No," she replied shortly. "My dress is red not pink," she notified in an insulted tone.
"Yeah I know. See I have no clue what Meyong looks like. All I have is Tyson's description, which in all honesty isn't too reliable." I explained in a humorous tone.
"I'll second that." She agreed smirking. "Behind you." She indicated briefly. I stood like a deer in headlights for a moment or two at her random quote, until my brain had finally processed what she meant. Glancing over my shoulder I saw the black hair, red eyes and pink dress girl I was searching for.
"Thanks," I mouthed as I started heading in the direction of who I was hoping was Meyong. Queen merely shrugged, going back to her cocktail.
"Yeah Prada's new season is awesome but I absolutely love that bottle green halter neck dress Gucci just brought out!"
I'd found Meyong alright and managed to distract her by asking what her wedding dress was going to look like and as soon as the first word slipped from her mouth I regretted asking. She started ranting on about how she was considering this designer dress and Tatiana heard the word 'Versace' and faster than the speed of light she appeared at Meyong's left shoulder. Now the two were in a deep conversation about their favourite fashion designers. I listened, taking their words in as much as I would take in listening in on the conversation of two Spaniards. And here I thought Meyong lived in a village that possessed the faintest knowledge of the western world, let alone clothing labels. How did Ray fall the Barbie of the White Tiger village I don't know but can somebody please shut them up?
"Listen up everyone. I need your attention for a moment please. Everyone gather around, I have an announcement to make…"
Max, my hero. Saving me from the world of fashion designing. That man knows me so well his starting to listen in on my pleas. God I love him. I turn around with the fashion addicts following suit to face the stage and joined the rest of the crowd to wait in anticipation.
"I have a very important question to ask and I couldn't think of a better time to ask it with you, all of my friends here…"
I cocked an eyebrow at this. What does Max need to ask with everyone here? Catching Max's eye he gazed at me like he had never gazed at me before. His eyes brimmed with excitement and anxiety. True I had witnessed these emotions before, especially before a particularly difficult beyblade match, but never at this intensity. He began to walk down of the temporary stage making a bee line straight for me, slicing through the crowd. It seemed this one question would assume his fate for the rest of his life. Taking my left hand he knelt down on one knee, with the microphone still in his other.
The realisation dawned on me as everyone froze in expectancy. He is going to propose to me. Max wants to marry me, spend the rest of his life with me. I remember him telling one night in a deserted park. How he wished to marry a girl, who no matter what would always stick with him to the very end, through thick and thin. His parents' divorce was the worst moment in his life and he never wanted to go through one or put his wife and perhaps kids through the ordeal either. He chose me as this girl. The girl he wanted to have five kids with and a pet border collie. My swelling heart drummed in my throat as the floor beneath me ceased to exist.
"Emily Reid, would you grant me the favour of becoming my wife and marry me?"
His words were like a siren's hymn to my ears sending me spiralling into a blind bliss.
"Yes!" I squeaked, triggering a rapture of mountainous applause. Removing a ring from his pocket he proceeded to slide it upon my finger. The ring was platinum and vacant of jewels. Plain and simple, just how I like it. The reason why I know its platinum is not because I'm obsessed with jewellery but due to my nerdy chemistry fascination. Hey I am a scientist. An engaged scientist for the record!
Adverting my eyes back to Max as he stands up distracting my chain of thought, I willingly allow him to embrace me, allowing me to feel the emotion of relief flow through his body.
"You've made me the happiest man that ever lived? You know that?" he whispers into my ear, then pulls back to kiss my lips swiftly.
"And you've made me the happiest woman that ever lived." I speak through my banana shaped grin with the sensation, close to the feeling of being tipsy, dancing from head to toe.
Ten Reasons why I love Max Tate
1. He's my hero
2. He's soooo cute!
3. We never fight! Okay except for the remote…
4. He's my soul mate, my equal, his my yin and I'm his yang
5. He has the deepest blue eyes that you can fall into forever
6. He loves to surprise me!
7. When ever I'm glum he always manages to make me smile
8. He's consistently positive
9. He is has loyal as a dog
10. Because when ever I am around him my heart flutters in my chest and bursts with complete happiness.
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